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bluerosefox · 11 months
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Dip and Kiss
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Am I the only one that thinks that in a ‘I accidentally killed the Joker!” story that Jason WOULD totally kiss the one (ether Danny or Jazz only if they’re around his age though) that did it once he’s over the shock.
Like no joke, he would full on twirl, dip and kiss the person who did it, before going to celebrate that clowns end and later returning with thank you flowers. Cause Jason is a dramatic man whose planning to full on woo his new personal hero.
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melyaliz · 4 years
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Canary 17
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Fandom:  Marvel 
Summary: Sometimes all you can do is sleep away a broken heart. 
Pairing: Loki x Reader 
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The first time I realized I had powers it was like the most exciting yet natural thing that had ever happened to me. As if I had held on to them all along. It was like taking your first steps. Wobbly at first but soon you are running as fast as you can toward nowhere. 
My powers are like another extension of who I am. They come to be as easy as my sight. Seeing sounds around me, the way they float and sink. How some are sharp and some are gentle. 
It is strange how something so unnatural to everyone else is just so natural to me. 
Not like love. 
Love is hard. 
Love makes no sense. 
Love is confusing. 
And as I watched the only man I think I may have truly loved leave me I didn’t know how to react. He had come into my life so quickly and left in the same manner. 
Loud, brash, silent, and mischevious. 
It was like he could see me when no one else. Like he could hear me. He knew things no one else did without anyone telling me. He just seemed to know them.
It was as if our souls just looked at each other and knew they would have an impact on each other. Even before we did. 
The whole ordeal was exhausting. 
And thinking about it made me sick. 
So walking back into my bedroom I curled up in my bed trying to ignore the fact that my sheets smelled like him. Surrounded by a million memories that were so bittersweet I could taste them on my tongue. I could feel them all around me, deep in my bones. 
I slept and slept. Every time I woke I just didn’t have the will to pull myself up. So I laid there. Watching the sun’s rays cast a million different hues through my room. Bright warm noon sun turning into soft orange rays casting deep shadows across my room. Pitching it into the darkness like the deep black that seemed to fill my brain. And then the sun rose again, spilling warm light pooling into my room reminding me of a new world out there. 
A world I wasn’t really interested in at the moment.
After all, I did just vanquish an Ogre king and break up with a God. 
I deserved to stay here.
New world be damned. 
After all, I was safe here in my warm sheets. My pillows held me, took me in their warm embrace. They understood.
They would never leave me. 
I was about to drift off back into sleep when a soft knock caressed my door. 
“Yeah?” 
“Hey Y/N can I come in? ?” 
Steve’s voice was just as soft as his knock as he slowly creaked the door open. His words floating across the room to my cocoon of fluff I had made for myself. My fortress away from the heartache of the world. 
“I’m not feeling like training today.” 
“I mean I didn’t expect it after yesterday but…” his steps were heavy as he crossed the room, the bed dipping slightly as he sat at the edge of it. “I wanted to see if you were ok?” 
I glanced up my gaze meeting his. Arms folded in his lap as he studied me. Those soft blue eyes probably seeing more than I would like. Damn him and his daddy steve leader whatever bullshit magic those eyes held.
“Yeah. Just want to be lazy”
“Are you sure you’re lazy day doesn't have anything to do with a certain… Asgardian?” 
“I’m fine…” My words sharp, harsher than I had meant for them to be. No filter. Steve raised an eyebrow clearly not buying it. “Ok, so maybe I’m a little… hurt. Rejected. But he said he was a god and I’m a mortal so if he wants to think of me that way then why should I bother?”
“You are better than he is.” Steve said, “You are better than most of us.”
“Coming from you that means a lot,” I muttered feeling my heart heavy in your chest. It felt like a sponge, wet and heavy. Part of me just wanted to squeeze out all this sadness. Make it light again. Make you dry. “And I know I should but… I just want to be sad for a little bit.” 
“You are allowed to feel things Y/N” Steve said, my name dancing gracefully across the room as he patting the bottom of the bed where my feet were, frowning he pulled his hand up, a small necklace between his fingers. It’s delicate stone caught the light glistening 
“Here, when are want to come back to us, wash up put on a nice dress and some jewelry and we can all go dancing.” 
I took the necklace confused where had he been hiding that? Had he really gotten me a breakup gift, “I… thank you, Steve.”
“Any time.”
“And… how did you know Saphire’s were my favorite?” 
“Huh?”
His expression matched mine as I held up the necklace, “this stone,” I said.
“That was just at the end of your bed.”
“Oh… well, unthank you then... For the necklace. Thank you for the offer to go dancing. I’ll take you up on that.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.” 
As he left I twisted the necklace around in my fingers the silver strands shone in the morning light. While very delicate it felt strong, almost unbreakable. The beautiful sapphire stone was a dark blue that looked like the night sky after the sun had set. Brilliant and blue with a deepness that seemed so vast it could swallow you up.  
Where had this come from?
Then it hit me Loki’s space mistress had said something about a necklace. 
Loki
Letting out a grow I threw it across the room before pulling the blankets over my head. If this really was that necklace I hope it catches fire and burns. I don’t think I would EVER understand that man. 
God
Whatever. 
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“My Son,” Frigga said taking his hands in her own. Loki glanced up at his mother from his seat in the middle of the courtyard where he was sitting. A book in his lap as he lounged on a large couch. A small girl braiding flowers into his long black hair. 
“My Mother” Loki muttered rather dejectedly. The small child looked up at Frigga smiling up at the queen.
“My Lady, he was sad so I’m making him pretty.”
“I’m NOT sad!” Loki snapped trying to pull his head away from the small girl only to have her pull him back into place with slightly unearthly strength. Letting out a sigh Loki resigned himself to his plight opening his book again. This child had just come upon him and forced her services. Normally he would have brushed her aside but lately… he just didn’t have the energy. 
Although normally small children didn’t just come up to him and offer to make him flower crowns. 
His reputation had been ruined. 
Gently the queen mother pushed down the book from her son’s face. Her smile said it all. Soft and caring as if she knew. Of course, she knew. She was Frigga. No matter what Loki tried to do he could not hide anything from her. 
“Have you once again ruined something beautiful? Thor has his hammer and brashness but you are a destruction that is so swift you don’t even see it coming until the wounds have healed into scars.”
Loki rolled his eyes trying to fight back the flood of emotions even the memories of his “swift destruction” had caused. “Mother she was nothing but a mortal.”
Frigga looked over the small girl who was just adding the final touches to her masterpiece in Loki’s dark hair. This hadn’t been the first of their people to reach out toward the moody prince. Many servants and subjects alike had seemed much more comfortable around the brooding prince. He accepted them with his same bark but showed much less teeth until slowly he had let them in. Her son was a different man. Everyone saw it yet no one but the queen herself knew why. 
“If she has made my son the man he is now she must be a goddess.”
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